Maxioms by John Greenleaf Whittier
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as read more
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old read more
We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
Simply duty hath no place for fear.
